Mark stood and backed away. A flicker of fear shot through him but he didn’t say anything until he reached the door. He looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "I think I'll pass," he mumbled, “I just can’t do it.” He turned on his heel and left the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

A pang of sadness flickered across Sarah’s face. The years of their relationship seemed to flash before her. It hadn’t always been this bad. She remembered their first date, the nervous flutter in her stomach as they walked hand-in-hand. Back then, the world seemed full of possibilities. They had shared dreams and a comforting sense of belonging. But somewhere along the way, things had changed. She realized that she had changed too. She released a resolute sigh. She knew then that the chapter of her life with Mark was closed. Perhaps they could be friends someday but what to do in the present was a more pressing concern.

Stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, Sarah's eyes immediately landed on a crumpled note lying on the dresser. Unfolding it, a single line cut through her – "Expect you out by tomorrow." Mark's name wasn't needed. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of anger and sadness.

The image of Mark with his threatened masculinity standing frozen in the doorway flashed in her mind. , It was a pathetic display. Briefly, a fantasy flickered – her, effortlessly pinning him to the floor, demonstrating exactly who held the power now. But that image quickly faded. This wasn't about vengeance. She needed to move forward.

With a sniffle, Sarah began packing. Clothes, toiletries, anything she could shove into hastily grabbed bags piled high in her car. The uncertainty of where she'd sleep that night gnawed at her, but a fire burned brighter – the fire of defiance.

As always when she was struggling, the place to relieve her tension was the gym. Tonight the gym wouldn't just be a workout; it would be a declaration of her new freedom.

It was already late by the time she got there. The darkness outside and the sparse crowd late in the evening felt different. Still, the familiar clang of weights welcomed her. Sarah had already worked out earlier that day, her body still buzzing from the usual routine. But tonight, she was going to go heavy - really heavy. She was going to push her limits harder than ever before.

Each iron plate added felt like a brick laid on the foundation of her new life. The familiar weight that once challenged her muscles now felt like a feather compared to the storm raging within. Tonight wasn't about sets or reps; it was about pushing her body to its absolute breaking point.

Grunts escaped her lips, fueled by the anger simmering in her belly. Glancing around, she saw a few curious stares directed her way, but she ignored them. Today, she was unstoppable.
As the gym began to clear out, Cord appeared at the doorway, a knowing look in his eyes. Gesturing for her to follow, he led her to his lab.

The door shut behind them, engulfing them in quiet privacy. Sarah finally let her guard down. The tears that she held back with such ferocity earlier, now streamed down her face. With a choked sob, she collapsed into Cord's arms, the immense muscles of her shoulders a stark contrast against his lean frame.

Cord held her tight, his touch a warm anchor in the storm brewing inside her. "He doesn't deserve you, Sarah," he murmured in a voice that vibrated against her ear. "Not even close."

Sarah’s sobs softened against Cord's chest. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she confessed, her voice muffled against his shirt.

“You'll figure it out,” Cord reassured her, his hold tightening slightly, casually stroking her muscles “You're stronger than you think, Sarah. Stronger than him, and frankly, stronger than most people I know. Stronger than me for gosh sakes.”

She chuckled through a sniffle and he pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. "Listen," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've had this… ahem, crush on you for a while now. Months, if I'm being honest. But with Mark in the picture..." He trailed off.

Sarah blinked, the revelation on top of Mark’s departure catching her off guard.

"Look," Cord continued, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with a gentle thumb, "I know this isn't ideal timing, but…" He hesitated for a moment, then blurted, "There's a spare bedroom at my place. You could stay there, no strings attached. It'd give you time to figure things out. Would you like that?”

She nodded. Somehow despite her mountainous physique she managed to look vulnerable.

“Good. Also…" He reached into a hidden pocket in his gym bag, pulling out a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "This just hit the black market. It’s supposed to be the best thing out there. An almost instant response. I was going to try it myself to keep up with you now that you've…" He gestured vaguely at her imposing form. "But honestly," he continued, his voice softening, "you seem like you could use it more right now. That feeling of strength and power. I know how it can change your mood."

A night on the streets seemed unfathomable. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Sarah met Cord's gaze. "Your place," she said, her voice rough with emotion. "And show me what that vial can do."

 

Anybody had a session with Mackerel woman? She has thighs I would dream to be squeezed between. It must be awesome to had a scissor from her

there becoming rare breed Jana is only one ive been able to see. Which I was old enough for the 90s session wave